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anystalker707 · 7 months

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I knew it

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [gender neutral] Reader Summary: Zoro likes you, and his feelings are clearly returned, but both of you seem oblivious to it. Tags: Clingy Zoro / But he sucks at expressing his feelings / he's dumb and grumpy but also very loving / Usopp thinks he's funny a/n: not proofread

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“You literally have anywhere else to do to sleep,” you mumbled, mostly distracted by the newspaper in your hands than the way Zoro had just made his way over to lie down next to you to nap again. It’d been built into a habit once he got able to move again after the Mihawk incident. “The hammocks are actually more comfortable. Even the couch.”

“Did I ask?” Zoro said with the same flat voice as always.

Even if you were sitting on the floor of the front deck with your back against the wall, Zoro still showed up to lie down nearby with his head on your hip, almost on the side of your thigh.

The rude answer made you click your tongue and slide to the side; his head hit the ground as a result. “Fuck off,” he grumbled as he moved closer, so he could resume his previous position.

“Stop being so annoying.” You tapped his forehead—not strongly, but still enough to make him scrunch his nose, scowling. He moved over and rested his head on your lap properly, just out of spite. Asshole.

Sometimes, Zoro would fall asleep so easily that it was impossible not to envy him. It only took him a couple of moments before his breath was even and his face in a neutral, relaxed state again. You continued reading the newspapers, checking the news, until you heard Sanji call out that he had prepared something for the crew to eat until lunch was ready. Luffy probably insisted too much, and Sanji wouldn’t cook something like this exclusively for Luffy, even if the captain still believed so.

Only the smell of whatever meal it was made your mouth water, but Zoro didn’t seem like he would move an inch now. Your leg even felt a little numb.

“No,” you groaned as you looked down at Zoro, but then you saw someone walk past, rushing down the stairs to get food as well. Thankfully, it was Usopp—you didn’t want to get charged extra berries by Nami or have your food stolen by Luffy. “Usopp! Usopp!”

Usopp stopped in his tracks, almost tripping as he finally stopped and looked back at you. He raised an eyebrow as he glanced at Zoro, but dismissed it as he nodded, questioningly.

“Could you pretty please get me some food? The idiot is not letting me get up so soon!” You motioned to Zoro with a sigh.

“Oh!” Usopp grinned and winked at you with a grin, making an ok sigh with his hand. “Count with Go D Usopp!” He jogged off to where Sanji stood in front of the galley door and soon came back with a small plate, handing it to you. “There you go! Also grabbed some for your sleepy boyfriend!”

You were about to thank Usopp when you paused and raised an eyebrow at him, slowly taking the plate. “What?”

“No need to play clueless with me.” He winked before he ran off again.

The words stuck to your mind for a while as you sat still, looking at nothing in particular while processing Usopp’s words. Zoro? Your boyfriend? You clicked your tongue, feeling your cheeks grow red at the thought. Why would you like a bastard like that?

A sigh escaped your lips as you brought your legs up, thighs close to your torso, inevitably making Zoro’s head fall to the ground again. His eyes immediately shot open as he sat up, rubbing the back of your head. He scowled while looking at you.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“With me?” You scoffed. “What the hell is wrong with you? I’m not your personal pillow!”

Zoro clicked his tongue and looked away for a moment, shaking his head. “Stop talking nonsense.” He could notice something off and urgent about your manners—did he really make you that angry?

“Want some?” You were holding the plate in front of his face before he could conclude his reasoning.

The way you’d practically shoved it on his face made Zoro lean back a little, eyebrows furrowing as he inspected what was on the plate. It seemed like mochi. Matcha mochi, if he were right, and those were great. They were nice without being too sweet. He grabbed both mochis and ate them without thinking twice.

You furrowed your eyebrows before looking at the plate, and then your face fell blank. “You ate the two.”

Zoro blinked, tilting his head a little. “Yeah?”

“One was mine,” you said through gritted teeth, narrowing your eyes at him. “You suck, Zoro, really?” You hit his head lightly with the plate; it wouldn’t be a surprise if it made a hollow sound. “I really wanted those!” It was the very first time Sanji had prepared those, and you were always eager to try the stuff he prepared for the first time. Even if it wasn’t something you didn’t usually like, Sanji’s cooking made you wish to try it, depending on what it was.

“Ow!” Zoro held his head, scowling as he looked at you. “I didn’t know! You should’ve grabbed it first if it were yours, then! You shoved it all in my face! What was I supposed to think?”

You sighed in frustration, observing the empty plate, then glanced up at Zoro. He still sat next to you, but now leaned on a hand, more to his side, while still looking at you, expecting an answer. When your eyes met his own, though, he clicked his tongue and looked away, rubbing his face.

“Don’t look at me like that!” He sighed sharply.

“Like what?” You scoffed.

“Like that!” He motioned to you, but it was as much of a help as if he’d stayed silent.

“Zoro!” You breathed, shaking your head. Man ate your food, and now he’s the one angry at you? You didn’t think he’d actually start being stubborn today.

“Damn it,” Zoro grumbled as he stood up, hand on his swords as usual, while he stepped away. What did that even mean?

A sigh escaped your lips as you just observed Zoro leave. Okay, then. You were sort of used to his nonsense behavior, but it still managed to impress you from time to time. The crew had some sort of trend going on.

“Damn it,” you mimicked Zoro as you stood up and took the plate back to the galley.

The nice smell of food already filled the deck, but it felt even better inside the galley. Your stomach shifted with it, your mouth watering. Eating decently was like heaven—you made a mental note to thank Sanji for accepting to join the crew.

Sanji was by the stove, stirring the food that boiled and cooked in the pans. He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “You okay?”

“I really wanted the mochi,” you mumbled.

“Oh, no,” Sanji sighed as he glanced at you again. “Did Luffy eat yours? I made sure to make enough for everyone!” He tapped a wooden spoon on the rim of a pan before he set it aside.

“Zoro did,” you mumbled, moving to grab the plates from the cabinet. A little help wouldn’t hurt and, even if Sanji denied it, he did appreciate every little help he got.

“Huh?” Sanji furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head with a sigh. “That stupid moss head. Sorry about that. I can prepare it for you later if you’d like.” He smiled as he turned off the stove and started preparing the dishes’ presentation on the platters.

“No, no,” you said softly. “It’s fine. Thanks, though.”

It felt like it was a sick prank that the only free spot for Zoro was the one next to you. He did sit next to you at first, yeah, even serving himself and starting to eat along with everyone else. Halfway through it, though, Zoro covered his face with a hand. He said something under his breath, but all you could make out were the curses he said before taking his plate and leaving the galley to go eat on the deck.

You stared at the empty seat for a moment with the same indignant look from earlier. Was Zoro going crazy or something? Fuck off, you deserved to have a moment of peace.

“(Y/n)?” Sanji’s voice pulled you off your thoughts. “Are you really alright?”

It took you a few seconds to ground yourself again. Your eyes averted to Sanji as you went back to eating, slowly nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for worrying, though.”

No one really said anything, despite the looks. At some point, your eyes met Usopp’s during lunch—he clicked his tongue with that grin of his, shaking his head as if wordlessly telling you that things would be okay. It made you remember his comment from earlier, and you had to do your best not to jump at his throat with the knife.

The afternoon went by quite slowly. You didn’t have a lot to do after you helped Nami a little just to kill the boredom, listening to her explanation about her maps and her process of making them. None of the information actually stuck to your mind, but it was nice seeing how she liked talking about it.

At the lack of what to do, you sat on the main deck again to watch the sunset, this time. You sat on the wooden boxes off to the wall, so you wouldn’t be on the ground again, but with space to cross your legs. Better than the floor and with more space than the chair. The sunset was a little off to the left, but you still could have a good view of it from where you were.

The waves were calmer today, so the reflection of the sky seemed clearer on the sea. It was always so pretty to watch the sunset from different places you sailed to, and—

“There you are,” a voice cut through your thoughts, and the pressure on your thigh made you look down to see Zoro was there again.

You widened your eyes, double-checking to see if it was really happening after all that happened. Was this going to become some sort of trend? Pushing you off and then coming back as if nothing happened? He was everywhere and with you all the time, which made you wonder why, since he would often just freak out and leave like that. It was all comfortable and nice until he decided you were freaking out and left, like he did a couple of times already.

“Damn it, Zoro,” you mumbled with a sigh but didn’t do much anymore as you turned your head to watch the sunset again. Who or what did he think he was? A damn cat?

Time went by as you held your hand up against your chest for a little too long, not knowing where to place it with Zoro there. However, with the way it started aching, you didn’t have much choice but to let your hand down over Zoro’s shoulder at first. Your hand twitched a little as you cogitated whether you should do it or not. Zoro didn’t typically like to be touchy. The way he didn’t react at all, though, made you confident to just rest your whole forearm across his chest, despite still being a little tense.

The sunset was beautiful, as always, but still unique. The sun eventually disappeared down the horizon, giving place for the stars to cover the sky. You’d only noticed how late it became when you heard Luffy complain about dinner being too late while Nami talked about turning the lights on.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one brought back to reality.

“Fuck,” Zoro groaned as he stirred awake, chest rising under your forearm with a sharp inhale—you didn’t know you’d let it relax on his chest. “God, is it so late already?” He clicked his tongue, rubbing his eye. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Am I supposed to?” You scoffed, poking Zoro’s shoulder a little. He groaned and tried to push your hand away.

“It’s your job,” he mumbled.

Was he joking? A chuckle escaped your lips as you shook your head, but you silenced yourself. You didn’t want him to push you away again.

Zoro sighed before he looked up at you, still with his head on your lap. “What’s wrong?”

You pressed your lips together, thinking about it for a moment. “Maybe I should be the one asking you that,” you whispered. If he heard it, it’d be a cue to talk about it. If he didn’t, you’d just let the subject go again.

“What?” Zoro sat up with a sigh, shifting to sit right beside you. “What’d be wrong with me?”

You stretched your legs, letting them hang from the edge of the wooden box. It ached a little with the change of positions. The thought that Zoro could judge you for any little thing made you look away, facing the sea as you spoke. “Could you just stop pushing me away? Like, I’ll let you sleep on my lap and all, but you don’t need to keep pushing me away.”

“Pushing you away?” He furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward a little to look past you to check what you were looking at.

Really? You turned to Zoro with a scoff—he widened his eyes a little and leaned back lightly. “You refused to sit beside me at lunch for no reason! Why wouldn’t that be pushing me away? And you got mad at me after you ate my mochi?” You made a vague motion with your hand at the loss of words to explain how confused you were.

Zoro furrowed his eyebrows before he looked away, clicking his tongue. “It’s your fault!”

“My fault?”

“Does it seem like it’s my fault you’re so beautiful?” He snapped, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, looking at the ground. “I’m not supposed to endure the way you look at me! All— All cute and…” He shook his head.

Beautiful? Cute? The words ran in your mind, making your face feel hotter.

“What are you talking about?” You breathed.

Zoro glanced at you. “You’re doing it again,” he complained, and you wondered if he would have an attack when he glared at you because of the confused sound you made. “I really suck at this,” he mumbled, adjusting his posture. He took a deep breath before he faced you. “I, um…” Zoro’s eyes averted to the side. “I like you. Like, I like like you,” he mumbled, half hoping you didn’t hear that.

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times as you processed it. “You like me?”

He sighed, looking at you with a glare. Okay, he couldn’t handle this, nor could you.

“I…” It felt hard to express it, to finally put your feelings in order after disagreeing with Usopp’s assumptions so much. “Fuck it, I like you, too,” you finally confessed.

Zoro nodded, pressing his lips together as he looked down. “So?”

“So what?” You raised an eyebrow. “You just gonna—”

“I really suck at this…” He whispered mostly to himself as he looked away for a moment, seconds before he finally pressed his lips to yours.

The sudden kiss caught you by surprise, making you tense up and almost pull away, but you decided to fight your thoughts and slowly return the kiss. Your hand rested on Zoro’s shoulder, maybe holding him a little too tightly. Both the tension and surprise had you a little more breathless than you should be, breaking away from the kiss a little too soon, but not pulling away.

Zoro’s eyes scanned over your face as if taking in the details, and you couldn’t help but do the same. This was so much better than anything you could have fantasized about before going to sleep. Silence hung in the air, but you knew better than to say anything—you were the one to close the distance this time. The new kiss was slow, with a gentleness set by you as you cupped the side of his neck and tilted your head to deepen the kiss a bit, trying to enjoy every second of it.

Honestly, Zoro’s lips were clumsy. You didn’t exactly know what to expect from him, in the first place, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise nor something that you actually minded. He could be someone who only focused on training and never even thought about one-night stands, just like he could also go around all the time without any actual commitment.

There was a short pause before you two were kissing again. Zoro’s hand was on your knee as he leaned forward while kissing you, this time daring to let his tongue run along your bottom lip. You parted your lips open, but his tongue only managed to barely slip inside your mouth before both of you heard someone clearing their throat; it made you jump on your seats, pulling away and looking at the direction it came from.

From all the people you wished it were, Usopp was probably the last one.

“Well…” Usopp laughed, looking at you with his arms crossed over his chest. He had that knowing look, eyes playful when they met yours.

“Shut up,” you said at the same time as Zoro, somehow.

Usopp gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “Come on, I barely said anything! I’m just here because everyone’s been wondering where the lovebirds— Ahem, I mean, the duo has been because dinner’s going cold.”

You slowly nodded, looking at the ground for a moment as you played the last events in your mind. “Yeah, right,” you sighed, getting on your feet.

Despite how you left, Zoro continued sitting there, so it was a clear opportunity for Usopp. He chuckled as he caught up with you. “I knew it.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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french-unknown · 4 months

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Hello!! I hope you are having the loveliest week and happy new year! I'd love to see the sleepy!strawhat pirates :) thank u!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji, robin 𝐂/𝐖: fluff 𝐀/𝐍: Hello! I also wish you the loveliest week and happy new year! Have a wonderful year 2024 with the best of health! (-‿◦ ) 𝐖/𝐂: 730+

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𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

✧ With Luffy, there are two atmospheres.

✧ The first is after grueling fights or if he is poisoned, he is the type to drop like a fly without going through the "sleepy" phase. One moment he is fully conscious, and the next he is so asleep that even a cataclysm will not wake him.

✧ He can also fall asleep at the worst times!

✧ Otherwise, he continues to jump around screaming for meat or his teammates until he no longer has a single atom of energy in his body.

✧ When he is in between awake and asleep, he will become quite childish.

✧ A pro at staying awake as long as possible while moaning "I don't want to sleep" when everyone sees 100 kilometers away that he can no longer keep his eyes open.

✧ When he falls asleep, it will FINALLY be silence.

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

✧ He is used to naps so the habits are there.

✧ You know he is tired when you see him wandering around to find his little corner of the sun where he can do his sleeping beauty with, obviously, always a place to religiously put his swords within reach.

✧ He is a routine man so the corners are always the same on the boat.

✧ He also becomes a lot grumpier. Sanji has no interest in dragging him around.

✧ If you ask him something at that moment, he huffs but he does it. He still drags his feet like a teenager and you don't need a doctorate in archeology to understand that it annoys him. But he likes you so he will still do what you want.

✧ He will fall asleep as soon as he is in place. It's almost automatic.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

✧ Sleepy Nami is more irritable than usual.

✧ As soon as she gets a chance to go into bed, she will grab it like it's a mountain of berries.

✧ She has trouble falling asleep because of the annoyance.

✧ She may be tired as hell, but she won't be able to relax enough to fall asleep quickly.

✧ At some point, she will be too cold so she covers herself in blankets. Then she will be too hot so she takes off the covers. But she will have discomfort in her back so she changes positions. Except that the music that Franky and Brook have been singing all day will be stuck in her head.

✧ There's no point in speaking to her in these cases otherwise, it's guaranteed death!

✧ She also tends to steal every blanket imaginable in order to make the most comfortable bed possible.

𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐏

✧ A tired Usopp is much slower than usual. He walks slower, talks slower and thinks slower.

✧ He also complains a lot more.

✧ Expect dramatic “But I want to sleeeeeeeeeep!” as if he was going to die or solemn "Chopper, I don't think I could go any further. Go without me, I will only slow you down" under the panicked cries of the reindeer.

✧ The most significant signal is when he starts jumping at everything and nothing.

✧ At the slightest noise, he jumps several centimeters as if he had just been awakened from micronaps, standing with his eyes open.

✧ He also rubs his eyes more.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

✧ To say it gets clingy is an understatement.

✧ Until he finally falls asleep at midnight, he will be stuck to you like a mussel to a rock.

✧ He's constantly hugging you from behind or putting his arm around your shoulders. His arms will look more like chains than human limbs after a while.

✧ He pouts if you move away.

✧ Will beg you to go to bed early with him for cuddles.

✧ The rest is up to you.

✧ If he's having trouble sleeping, running your hand through his hair will work wonders. Really. He would kill for the slightest sign of affection when he is half asleep.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

✧ A sleepy Robin doesn't change much compared to usual.

✧ The only signal is that she is slightly more distracted.

✧ If you ask her a question, it will take a few seconds before she looks away from the blank space and turns her confused eyes to you so that you repeat what you said.

✧ She's not really trying to fight sleep.

✧ As soon as she mysteriously disappears without warning from your side, you know where to find her. She will already be comfortably asleep in her bed without waiting for you to arrive.

✧ Pretty sleeper by excellence, by the way.

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𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 7 months

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what he deserves, chapter 3

Sanji x Reader, a bit of Law x Reader

Warnings: angst, one-night stand, not really a love triangle – law and reader are mature about the situation. Some implied smut.!!!! WANO SPOILERS!!!!!

a/n: this will be several parts. Leave comment for tags.

Summary: Witnessing all the suffering Sanji went through on Whole Cake Island, all you want is for him to be truly happy…even if it means not with you. Set after the fight in Wano, you go through the motions of an endless fight and end up in bed with the Hearts Pirates’ Captain to distract yourself from the one thing you want the most – Sanji.

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The village was lively; Otama showed you around since you hadn’t had a chance since landing in Wano. Her hand was glued to yours, pointing out different homes and who they belonged to. She went on and on about how great her big bro Luffy was and how full her belly had been from the last three days of eating. Her smile put into perspective how vast the world was and how this country, this village, was just one small story among millions. There were more stories like Otama’s, more people to help and when you glanced over to Luffy – who was busy devouring his fifth bowl of rice, you knew he’d be the one to liberate everyone. Leaving her to go to the man’s side, you wandered off toward the edge of the village – where the trees were high and shading. Needing some time alone, you walked further into the forest and then perched yourself down near a small pond. Sitting on the ground, your eyes drew closed.

Moments flashed in your mind, memories flowing like a stream. A smile burned through your heart thinking of the crew…Merry…than Sunny… All the arguing and laughing among the seas you all traveled. The best moments in your life were had on the ship but hidden in the cracks of memories were the ones of your family. Biological family. Pain sears through your soul and for a moment, you thought you could smell your mother’s perfume, father’s cigars. You loved them once and you were sure they loved you, but people can become the worst versions of themselves.

And never come back.

For years, you were always on your own. Fending for yourself – being hurt by others, sometimes far worse than what your parents did to you. The physical scars always heal but damage the heart, that was harder to mend. The pond was still, too still for your liking, so you swat a hand into it. Ripples catered to your needs, and you inhaled the air, lungs filling with relief than the tears fell from your eyes. Body shaking, fingers digging into the dirt, all you can do is just sob. Cry until you collapsed onto your back; eyes stung as you stared up past the tree line. It was getting dark, and you felt sleepy, even though you had slept so much last night. Still, there was an incredible tiredness that came over you and it only took a few minutes before you fell asleep…

Crickets woke you up.

How soft their sounds usually were, you were surprised by how loud they were when no one was around. It was dark, moon high and above the trees. Your back ached from the ground and when you sat up, your head felt dizzy. You yawned, getting up from your feet to tug on your kimono; it was dirtied from your nap. Stretching your arms, you felt energetic and started back toward the village – it was a short ten-minute walk, and the village was quiet. The streets were empty sans a few folks walking back to their homes, Luffy was nowhere to be found.

Shit. Realizing it might be later than you initially thought, you didn’t bother asking anyone if they had seen your captain or gone looking for Otama. Going back to the inn seemed like the best choice but as you moved past the homes, you noticed two young girls in front of their home. They looked no older than sixteen and when you drew closer to them, you saw that one was giving the other a haircut. You stopped and watched, the one getting her hair cut smiled at you. She looked so content and free; eyes filled with a hope of a better future and her hair…it looked good shorter. Asking if you could be next in line, the would-be hairdresser grinned. “Of course.”

An hour later, you stood in front of the inn; your once long hair cut under your chin. It was a drastic change, even a bit severe but losing those inches of hair felt freeing. Being among other women who have been ruled by others, being free by the same man that freed you – it felt electric. You needed this and when you walked into the inn, you hadn’t expected to be rushed by Nami. Her arms flung around your shoulders, and she cursed you under her breath.

“Everyone was so worried.”

Confused, you hugged her back, fingers running through her hair. She pulled back and gawked at your head, asking what you had done to your hair. You laughed. “It’s called a haircut. The real question is why you were so worried, I was only gone for a bit. When did Luffy get back?”

“Eight hours ago!”

She explained that when Luffy came back right before sunset, he said he didn’t know where you were. Everyone figured you were just around. “Or with Law but even he didn’t know where you were! He had gone out to look for you too. Sanji’s been worried, he was the first to go out to find you. Where the hell have you been!”

Chopper rushed into the inn’s entry way and summoned you to the other room for an examination – in tears, asking if you were hurt. Kneeling in front of him, you patted his head three times, just the way he liked it and told him you were fine. “I just fell asleep in the forest.”

Nami scoffed. “Apparently got a haircut on her way back too.”

“Does it look that bad?”

You stood up and looked at the navigator, she glared at you for a long time before giving into a smile. It was cute, she said, and you felt relieved – a bad haircut might set you off again but before you could thank her, Robin and Brook walked in. Both were pleased to see you; the latter urged you to go outside. “The others are on their way; they’ll be happy to see you.”

Following him outside, the rest trailed behind you – Robin noting how pretty your new locks were. Smiling, you walked into the streets and looked in the direction Brook pointed towards. The first person you saw was Luffy and before your eyes could register the figures next to him, his hands grabbed a hold of your shoulders. Knowing what was about to happen, true fear set in as he screamed your name – no doubt waking up every person in the vicinity of the inn. A unison of shouting and pleading from the crew did nothing to sway Luffy’s determination to hug you. All that there was left to do was accept your fate. Bracing yourself, your eyes closed shut and seconds later his entire body seemed to be wrapped around yours. He felt heavy but when you tripped back there were two arms holding you up. Thinking it was Robin, you giggled as you were pushed back into a standing position. Everyone laughed. When Luffy finally released you, the owner of the hands was revealed to be Sanji. He asked if you were alright, chastising Luffy. “You could have hurt her, you moron!”

He slipped his hands away from you, eyes taking in your hair. His heart galloped in a way it never had but he pushed it back the feeling and asked where you had been. You confessed the nap you had taken, and he smiled warmly. A hint of earnestness swept his eyes when you apologized for making him worry. “For making you all go out looking for me,” you added.

“As if we’d leave you behind,” Usopp chimed; you looked to him and mouthed a ‘sorry’. He knew you meant for earlier and he just grinned at you – all was forgiven. Then like the sap you were, tears started to flow alarming everyone. Zoro demanded you to stop crying, but you knew it was only because it was making him uncomfortable. Sanji told him to shut up and placed an arm around your shoulder, asking if you were hurt.

Hurt?

No, you were…happy.

Happy to be with your family and more importantly, happy to be wanted.

Brushing tears from your cheeks, you looked at everyone than to Sanji. “I’m pretty hungry…”

….

The inn’s kitchen was cozy, you sat on a wooden stool watching as Sanji cooked. He had long rid himself of the yellow yukata he had worn for most of his time in Wano; he now wore black slacks and a white, loose button up. Sleeves rolled up his forearm and the first two buttons of the shirt undone. He looked relaxed as he cooked a small dinner for you; neither of you speaking but comfortable enough to enjoy the silence. His hands moved effortlessly, and you studied his every move, moves you had longed memorized. All the times you spent with him in the kitchen, asking questions but confessing you weren’t much of a cook. He smiled when you said that.

“That’s fine, I can do all the cooking.”

Now, he worked diligently – cigarette perched in the corner of his mouth.

“We were all pretty worried when you didn’t’ come back with Luffy.” He spoke but didn’t look up from dicing potatoes for the soup he was making you. “At first, we thought you had gone out on your own, but then it took Luffy an hour to mention that he had lost track of back at Otama’s village. That’s when everyone started to freak out. With everything that’s happened…it seems we’re all on edge.”

“I’m sorry…”

Sanji looked up from his work, eyes a bit sad. “Don’t be sorry for having people that care about you.”

“Then you shouldn’t either,” you snapped back much to Sanji and your surprise. He stopped dicing and placed the knife down. Neither of you knew what to say next, but neither of you could look away from each other. It felt like a standoff with words, both of you trying to figure out what to say next. Then he resided and continued to cook, and for ten minutes no words were spoken until Sanji finally broke the silence.

“Why did Nami lie about you being there when we talked through the mirror dimension?”

Heart racing, you fought the urge to avoid his eye contact, avoid him all together and run upstairs but your feet were frozen to the wood floor. Gripping the edge of the stool, you told him you asked her to lie and when he asked why, you wished lies could roll off your tongue. “Because I was angry at you. Angry that you had no faith in Luffy or us or me to help you.”

“They threatened Zeff, threatened you all.” They being his awful family. Sanji’s head hung low, hands on the small kitchen island. “I couldn’t let them get to him, Luffy, the others…you…. I – I couldn’t…”

Your heart ached for Sanji and all you wanted to do was go to him, hold him, absorb his pain but again, you couldn’t move. A woman frozen. Dread riddled your bones as he looked up to you, eyes pleading for you to understand. God, you did, you did but…

“You were going to go through with it,” you whispered, tears forming. Letting go of the stool, you held a hand to your chest and trembled. “You were going to go through with the wedding because they wanted you to. The family that discarded you. You told me how awful they were to you, Sanji.”

“But I had to…”

“I understand why you did it,” you admitted, wiping away a stray tear. “I do. But you didn’t even give Luffy a chance, give me a chance to help you. Not from the start. Didn’t you realize that we would do anything for each other? Was not that evident enough after all this time? We are your family, Sanji. We are. Not those awful people and not that awful girl.”

Sanji couldn’t comprehend the scene before him – the tears in your eyes, the look of devastation on your face, or the pain in his heart. He couldn’t form words, let alone a sentence but somehow, he managed to speak and the instant he did, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. Even if he had said it out of nerves, trying to ease the tension. It would be something he’d regret until the end of time, but he couldn’t grasp the knowledge that you might feel the same as him – couldn’t be possible.

“She wasn’t so awful.”

His response to the heart pouring you just did stun the nerves in your system and all you could do was laugh. A low, melancholy laugh. Willing the tears away, you stood up from the stool and smiled softly at the startled cook. “Well, then, maybe Usopp was right. Maybe you should have married Pudding. You’re the kindest person I know Sanji and if you couldn’t warm her heart, no one could. I’m not feeling so hungry anymore. Goodnight.”

The cigarette fell from his mouth onto the cutting board as he watched you exit the kitchen; he wanted to call out to you, beg for your forgiveness. Yet, the shame of even mentioning Pudding kept him where he stood. He listened to the sound of your sandals clicking until he could no longer hear it, and when the coast was clear, he allowed the tears to flow freely. He didn’t know if it was possible to even come back from a conversation like this one. Or if you’d ever be willing to speak to him again and he wasn’t so sure he even deserved a second chance.

......

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chivalryburdened · 2 months

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@melodysian.

sanji really REALLY tried not to go overboard with uta's breakfast spread, mainly because chopper had ill advised against her eating too much food, namely anything greasy or dense in general, after she had been sleeping so long (three whole days!) to recover from all the wake shrooms in her system; staying properly sustained on an iv for fluids. which was a valid concern with sound reasoning, especially coming from the ship's trusted & esteemed doctor. but the blond can't help himself. it's the very first meal she'll ever taste from him & he wanted it to be special! not just homemade soup & some crackers, like a hospital would offer. initial impressions were very important! not to mention, the blond could hardly contain his excitement to spoil such a lovely lady as her, the wait further festering his need to nurture & please & provide. his patience eventually began to turn into slight nerves.

& despite how they all had originally met uta, with her trying to kill them & all -it was all water under the metaphorical bridge now. she was their captain's adopted sister, after all, it was a no brainer that she'd come into their fold once issues were settled; instead of remaining alone like she had been. she was no longer influenced to do bad things, there was no need to treat her like a villain any longer; though she had noble intentions behind her actions.

luckily, this environment was much more proper & safe to welcome her to their crew. enough rest & relaxation melted away any lingering tension there could possibly be between everyone. good food also helped calm people down.

....

the singer doesn't startle him, but he is surprised when he suddenly sees her sleepy, but still beautiful, face enter his peacefully quiet galley. his whole expression lights up in wonder, lone blue eye not covered by his neartly combed hair, sparkling. her bedhead was simply adorable! this morning was better already now that she was up & around.

"g-good morning, my dove!" he calls out breathlessly, carefully finishing up her first plate of the day with a bit of powdered sugar. she had arrived just in time!

sanji did not know if she ate like her brothers, or what she liked, so he made a bit of everything to learn her likes & dislikes. after the rest of the crew ate, of course. thus, luffy wouldn't steal her food (he could eat the leftovers though), she wouldn't be bombarded with questions from the rest of the crew (for now) & ultimately, the chef could focus just on her, without any distractions (a dream come true).

"please, take a seat my dear! I made us some crepes."

there's also some pumpkin pancakes, potato pancakes, hash browns, breakfast potatoes, eggs scrambled & fried & boiled, two different types of bacon, three of sausage, an array of fruit toppings (strawberries, blueberries, bananas, peaches), multiple syrups (maple, cherry), jams & marmalades (raspberry, grape, blackberry), chocolate (both white & milk) chips & freshly squeezed jugs of orange & grapefruit juice; along with ice cold milk, hot & iced coffee, & sweet or green tea.

but that's all for later! if she'd like....

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thewaywardbirdsnest · 1 year

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Inspired by this art by laba_32 and something Nell said in the ZoSan Discord when I shared it there.

Law was rarely self-indulgent. Despite Sanji's best efforts over the years to convince him that, yes, he did deserve to have nice things, a lifetime's worth of self-conditioned detachment was difficult to undo.

Sanji would have been proud of him for what Law is about to do.

If he were awake, that is. Right now, he's sleeping, curled up on his side, left hand splayed out on the mattress in the space between the two of them. Law has been staring at that hand for a long time, thinking about the ring that's tucked away in a dresser drawer about three feet away from him. He wishes that he could just do it right now, shake him awake, tell Sanji that he wants forever with him. But he can't. Not yet.

Because Sanji deserves a perfect proposal. He deserves flowers and a full moon and red wine. Sanji deserves the world and Law wants to give it to him. So he waits...

...but perhaps he could allow himself a little preview. Just a flash of what the future holds, to tide him over.

As quietly as he can, he summons a Room and swaps the book he left on the nightstand for the black velvet box he's kept hidden for weeks. He dismisses that Room and creates a much smaller one between them that encompasses Sanji's outstretched hand. He opens the box pulls out the simple gold band with a stripe of black running along the inside. (His own ring was the inverse - black with gold inside.) Moving with the surgical precision he has honed for years, he manipulates the ring on to Sanji's finger. He drops the Room and takes in the sight before him.

Perfect.

It takes Law a moment to realize he's holding his breath, so overcome with awe. He reaches out, opting to touch the ring instead of Sanji's hand, not wanting to jostle him awake. He really should just look, not touch, but he needs to know this fantasy-come-to-life is real. He smoothes the pad of his finger over the textured surface of the ring.

Sanji suddenly stirs, causing a panicked Law to yank his hand away. If he had any sense, he would have just pressed Sanji's hand into the mattress, made a tiny Room in order to palm the ring back into his possession, but now it's too late. Sanji's eyes flutter open. When they come into focus, he gives Law a sleepy smile, realizing that he's caught him staring.

"G'morning," he mumbles.

He reaches out his left hand to cup Law's cheek and it happens so fast that all Law can do is pray that Sanji's still too sleepy to notice the ring, buying Law a little time to distract him and retrieve it.

By the way that Sanji's eyes suddenly widen, he knows that his prayers have gone unanswered.

"Law?" Sanji asks distantly, in shock.

Law swallows hard. "Yes?"

"Is that a...?"

"I'm sorry."

Sanji tilts his head in confusion. "Sorry?" he repeats.

"I... You weren't supposed to... I wanted to... next week I was going to bring you to that lagoon, where we first... the first time we kissed... And-And it was going to be-- but I just wanted to see-- I'm sorry, I ruined--"

Law doesn't like not having a plan. He's unmoored, lost, spewing words like they could save him, like they could undo this terrible miscalculation he's made.

Sanji finally drags his eyes away from the ring on his finger to look Law in the eye instead.

"Ask me."

Law is frozen again. His mind is a complete blank except for Sanji and the radiant grin that's breaking out across his beautiful face. He can't move. He can't breathe.

Sanji just giggles at his dumbfounded partner and scoots closer to him. He slips his hand around Law's and brings the pair of them between them. He squeezes gently, reassuring him.

"Ask me," he repeats quietly.

Law wanted this moment to be perfect but, more than that, he wants to give Sanji /everything/.

So he clears his throat.

And he squeezes Sanji's hand back.

And right there, right then, swallowing all of his fear and anxiety, he asks: "Sanji-ya, will you marry me?"

Sanji's voice cracks as he tries to keep joyful tears at bay: "Yes. God, Law, yes! I want--"

Instead of finishing his sentence, he surges forward to capture Law's lips, trying to convey all that want. He doesn't need to use words because that kiss says it all.

I want this. I want you. I want forever with you, too.

As he kisses Sanji, he feels a profound peace wash over him. Like everything is exactly as it should be, as it was always supposed to happen. It's not the "perfect" Law had planned, but it is perfect.

He wouldn't trade it for the world.

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whitelionspirit · 3 years

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Ahh! Sure I do adore Sanji so why not! @vemuabhi have some late night fluff on the sunny! (I may have gone overboard on the wc)

Late Night Company

Sanji x GN reader

wc: 819

scenario: late night watch on the boat leads to questioning feelings and reminacsing

The gentle rocking of the sunny was always comforting, especially on a chilly night like this one. Tucked into the crow's nest, you let out a soft sigh as you looked out at the clear sky. The isolated heat in the room was comforting but also made you sleepy. It was your night to watch over the crew how you had ended up with the job you can't recall. Not that you minded as the night gave you time to reflect but also quiet.

Gripping the blanket's edges swung over your shoulders, you smiled at remembering who you had gotten the blanket from. Sanji was at most of the time, very eccentric in his love for women. Though you had always found it enduring in the way, he respected others even if it was old fashioned. You were not really for old traditions and could hold your own, but you appreciated the way he treated everyone (most of the time).

Like tonight when he had given you a blanket to have on you as you kept watch. Even if you hadn't been with them for long, it still felt like you had always been with them. They had all taken a shining to you throughout the last few months. Though Sanji had actually taken a little longer, he seemed quieter than usual from what the others had told you.

Why? You weren't sure exactly.

Of course, your mind wandered to the idea of his maybe harboring feeling for you, but it never occurred at those feelings that could be returned. Yes, you knew you had fallen for him some time ago. A yawn escaped you as you snuggled down into the blanket as your head leaned on the glass window. It was cold, which was a welcoming feeling to help keep you awake even if you drifted off at some point.

The sound of the trap door opening alerted you as you looked over your shoulder as a light came into view. The orange glow of a lantern being placed on the floor lets you see better, and the sight of the cook crawling inside made you bite your lip. He was more dressed down in a t-shirt and what you guessed were pajama pants as they didn't look any different from his usual slacks. Sanji closed the hatch and turned to you with a smile on his face, a faint blush creeping up your face as his sharp features were shadowed by the firelight.

"Sorry I couldn't sleep, so I came to see if you wouldn't mind company," he said, holding up a small dish with two cups on it that you just noticed.

You didn't say anything as he crawled over to you and settled to sitting across from you as he placed the dish between you both. You swallowed as you stared down at the two steaming cups of tea. It smelled of your favorite scent and made your heart squeeze.

"Thanks, and yeah, company is always nice," you mumbled as you loosened your grip on the soft material of the blanket and hooked your fingers around the porcelain glass.

A satisfied hum left Sanji as his chest puffed out as he placed his cigarette onto the tray before grabbing his own cup. You had never really cared for smoking, but for some reason, when you saw him do it, the usual disgust never lingered. It was almost sexy in the way it hung limply from his pouty lips, primarily when he was concentrated on cooking or even bickering with Zoro. You blew on the hot liquid to distract from your fantasies as you peaked across from you at the cook leaning on the wall of the room.

He was staring into his teacup with a sleep look on his face, which made you question why he was even here if he was tired.

"So why are you up this late?" you asked, taking a sip of the tea but recoiling at the hot sting it left.

The blonde blinked before making eye contact, his one visible eye taking you in entirely before he spoke. "Don't know really just one of those nights, I guess was looking through a new cookbook and just got lost, I suppose." he finished before sipping the tea.

You didn't question it as if there was something wrong you were sure he would tell you. "Well, I am always up to the company, no matter how long it lasts."

Sanji laughed as he shifted his legs, so they crossed in front of him. "I'm glad because I do enjoy your presence very much, so," he said, smiling at you fondly.

You smiled back as you looked out the window again, even if you weren't sure of his true feelings at the moment. At least you knew you had a loyal friend in him, and someone who appreciates you just as you for him

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yukipri · 4 years

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On the Baratie, Part 2 - a One Piece Mermaid AU Text Story

Tonight I bring another humble offering of a text story, this time a continuation of the Baratie story that y’all voted to see more of!

This was posted in advance on my Patreon several weeks ago ^ ^

Continues off of Part 1, but can be enhanced by reading the Prologue as well!

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👒🐟On the Baratie, Part 1

👒🐟On the Baratie, Prologue

Sanji and Gin jolt when they notice the mermaid draped over the rail above them, her tail gripping the wood like an anaconda.

"Glad you got food!" she says to Gin, who is too busy staring to hear her words. "And you!" now directed at Sanji, "You're cool! Join my crew!"

Sanji can't really judge Gin, because he's staring too. It's hard to tear his gaze away from the stunning goddess who has seemingly materialized out of thin air to be within touching distance, but he manages, and--it appears she's alone. The pirates are nowhere in sight.

"Are you alright?" his words leave in a soft whoosh, in case the pirates can hear, and Gin finally snaps out of it to look at Sanji with concern.

"Me? I'm great! The food here's awesome! I'd be more awesome if you joined my crew!" She grins, and her mouth is full of gleaming pearls, and Sanji struggles not to swoon.

"Your...crew?" Sanji's impressed he managed to catch that, he's so entranced by her voice. It's lower than he expected, but rich, and bright, and boyish in a way that matches her wind-tousled hair.

"Yeah, I'm a pirate!" She announces proudly, slapping her flukes against the wood in emphasis.

"A...pirate," Sanji repeats. "Those people who came in with you..."

"They're my crew! They're awesome!" The pearls flash again.

Sanji's inclined not believe her; he has no clue what the pirates have forced her to say, and even if that's not the case, she has this innocent air to her that suggests she may have been tricked into believing herself a willing member of the crew--but he stops.

There's something about her, the way her big, wide eyes sparkle and her smile shines down on Sanji warmer than the sun, that convinces him that she's telling the truth.

The mermaid really is a pirate. Which means she doesn't need to be rescued.

"I see," he manages to say, and slowly forces the tension from his shoulders. He'd be lying if he said there wasn't a small part of him that's disappointed that he won't be able to act as her shining knight. But a much larger part of him is relieved, relieved because he honestly wasn't sure how he'd get rid of the pirates without the shitty old man and the Baratie suffering, and relieved because it means his princess isn't in distress. As much as he'd love to be her hero, Sanji doesn't think he could bear to see her in tears.

They talk some more, and Sanji's once again impressed with his ability to maintain a normal conversation with the mermaid, whose name is Luffy. Gin blanches at her announcement that they're going to the Grand Line, but he'd seen the members of her crew too, and reluctantly nods.

"Just be careful out there, monsters live on the Grand Line," Gin warns as he prepares to set off.

"It's okay, we have monsters too!" Luffy grins, carefree as can be. Gin and Sanji believe her, though neither at the time suspect that she includes herself among her crew's "monsters."

Zeff comes out as Gin's leaving, and Sanji cheerfully destroys the evidence of having fed the starving pirate before the restaurant owner's eyes. Luffy blinks at the exchange, before something seems to click.

"Oh, you're the Zeff dude!"

Zeff's eyebrows climb into his impossibly tall hat. "Oh? And you must be our first ever mermaid customer. The cooks were in quite an uproar over you." His eyes flick to Sanji knowingly, well aware that Sanji had shoved the other cooks aside in order to claim the honor of cooking for their party personally.

Luffy seems weirdly pleased. "Hey, Zeff dude, I found you! Thatch wanted to talk to you. So you should go talk to him!"

She's clearly very satisfied at having relayed her message, and Zeff harrumphs. "Thatch, eh? Well that's a name I've heard before...let's go see the brat."

Zeff disappears back inside, leaving Luffy alone with Sanji. He feels his heart pounding weirdly again, now that they're by themselves.

"You should really join our crew," Luffy says, and her persistence is endearing. She's picking her nose now, and with anyone else, Sanji would complain about how unsanitary it is, but anything done by her is charming. Sanji notes that her nostril seems bizarrely stretchy. How absolutely adorable.

"Is your crew in search of a cook, milady?" Sanji allows himself to briefly imagine what it would be like, to travel the world with such a lovely companion. The rest of her pre-existing crew fades to the background, until it's just her and Sanji, leaning against the rail of a beautiful white ship, seagulls soaring through brilliant clear skies as he pulls back the veil to kiss the bride--

"Oh, nope! We already have a cook!" she says cheerfully, shattering the fleeting vision of their wedding. "But, that doesn't mean we can't have two! And your food looks great! You should be our cook too!"

Ah, they already have a cook...Sanji suddenly remembers seeing the pompadour man, the one that had tickled his memory. He frowns, because that niggling sensation won't leave, and something tells him it's important that he remembers where he knows the man from.

"I should get back now, or Ace will be mad," Luffy announces, and shimmies up the rail back towards the door that Zeff had left from. She glances back at Sanji expectantly, and Sanji follows, unable to deny his princess's summons.

The rest of Luffy's crew is still lounging in the back VIP section, surrounding the most lavish table in the entire restaurant and given a degree of privacy from outside with the help of thick curtains. Sanji had assigned them to the table in case they need a nasty confrontation, but it seems like that won't be necessary.

Sanji jolts when he realizes that the pompadour man has risen from his seat to stand in front of Zeff, and the two are talking animatedly. Sanji doesn't remember the last time Zeff looked so pleased to speak with an outsider.

"So yer now the Head Chef of that old man's fleet, eh," Zeff is saying, and the pompadour man looks weirdly bashful. "You woulda been a fine addition to our crew though, kid."

"Possibly," Pompadour agrees, "though my place is with Pops."

"And what about now? You change your mind about that, or taking a vacation all the way out here?" Zeff snorts, and Sanji acknowledges the affirmation that yes, these really are Grand Line pirates.

"Something like a vacation, and to spend some time traveling with my dearest--Luffy!" he exclaims.

"Thatch! I caught a Zeff!" Luffy announces, smacking her tail hard on the ground to bound up onto pompadour man's vacated seat.

All of the food at the table has been consumed, and Luffy looks sadly at the empty plate as though she had been expecting something to still be there. Sanji wants to immediately return to the kitchen to refill it, but then he notices that Luffy is now licking the plate. Her manners are absolutely beyond atrocious. It suits her though, and Sanji wouldn't want it any other way, because he hasn't ever seen such blatant appreciation for food that he'd cooked, and it's making his entire body buzz with barely contained bliss.

Before Sanji can make his offer to bring more, the pompadour man, Thatch, interrupts. "Lil Seastar, you don't need to do that, I'll make you seconds back on the ship," he says, fluffing Luffy's soft hair and Sanji seethes in jealousy.

"It was really good, you were right about the Zeff dude cooks," Luffy says mournfully at Thatch's plate. "Though Thatch's still the best!" She butts her head into Thatch's large palm.

Zeff laughs at her words. "High praise, to be compared to you, Whitebeard's lil cook, if you've grown as much as you claim. This meal was prepared by my Sous-chef. Come here Sanji," he says and Sanji jolts at suddenly being addressed.

Sanji's distracted by Thatch's hand on Luffy's head, but forces himself to look up at the tall pirate, who's now scrutinizing Sanji intently. There's something about the man that's really bothering Sanji, like he should really, really know him. Sanji thinks Zeff just said Whitebeard, and if that's the case--those are BIG pirates. Like, the Biggest actually, which is kind of insane. But, Sanji doesn't actually recall being familiar with any officers, other than having heard about Whitebeard himself, so it really doesn't solve the mystery of familiarity.

"So you're Zeff's best, hm?" Thatch says, and even though Sanji can only sense genuine friendliness from his smile, he still feels oddly awkward, unsure how to react. It's not often that Zeff holds another chef in such high regard, and one so much younger than him too. Sanji feels like he ought to be polite, at the very least.

He once again doesn't need to speak, because Luffy beats him to it. "Yeah! He's a good guy! And if he made our food, then he's good at food-making too! I pick him, I've decided. He's gonna join our crew!"

Sanji feels his cheeks burn at the praise, but being invited in private is a bit different from having it made into an announcement to an audience Sanji doesn't personally know. "Luffy, darling, please wait--"

"Lu, what'd we say about inviting people without consulting me? We're both captains here, we need to agree," a voice says lazily from Luffy's other side, and Sanji's gaze jolts to the man who unfolds himself from the shadows like a lethal big cat.

He'd somehow forgotten the others except Thatch, but this is the man who'd carried Luffy in, the dangerous one. He gives a careless nod in Sanji's direction, giving him a cursory sweep with dark, sleepy eyes even as he opens his arm. Luffy, pouting, slides onto the man's lap, and the arm settles again to wrap around her waist.

The move looks intentionally provocative, Sanji thinks, struggling to keep his scowl inside. It's hard to watch them pressed together, the man's bare, rippling torso to Luffy's revealing top and the soft flesh bulging from within. Luffy wraps her lovely coral gemstone tail around the man so it loops behind his chair, making their contact look very mutual. Throughout it all, the man doesn't break eye contact with Sanji.

The man's sending a message, and Sanji gets it loud and clear: Hands off.

Sanji decides he doesn't like the man.

"But Ace, he's a Good Guy, we want him on our crew," Luffy says, staring up at the man with enormous eyes and a wobbly lip that has Sanji clutching his chest.

The man, Ace--why does that sound vaguely familiar too?--has the nerve to look bored, even when exposed to the full blast of the gorgeous mermaid's luscious pout, and at this point Sanji has to conclude that the man isn't human, because what mortal could possibly resist her?

"Mm, a Good Guy, huh," Ace says, he gives Sanji a slow, knowing smirk that forces him to hold himself rigid to avoid stepping back. "I dunno Luffy, he's looking at you like you're meat."

His gaze gets colder then, and Sanji's indignation dies on his lips.

"Meat..."

The moment's over when Luffy looks down at herself contemplatively, and her stomach growls.

"I take that back," Ace says hastily. "You're not meat, you're fish, and made of rubber at that. Bad idea, Lu."

"How about I get you something, and I can let Zeff see for himself if I've improved while I'm at it?" Thatch slides in. "That is, if you don't mind me borrowing your kitchen, Zeff?"

"Outsiders don't play in my kitchen, boy," Zeff snorts, and Sanji's relieved at the sudden return to normalcy, but it's short lived. "But for you, I'll make an exception. Let's see it."

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oriigami · 4 years

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good old-fashioned lover boy

[I put off posting this for like, a really long time, but I found it in my docs again and figured I might as well. TW for internalized homophobia/biphobia and a (non-graphic) panic attack. So, here’s my take on Sanji’s Issues, finally. Read it on AO3 here!]

In his defense, Sanji doesn’t actually mean to say it.

The thing is, it’s something he tells himself on a regular basis, the words running through his mind in pure self-defensive panicky habit. It used to be a weekly or biweekly event, but since coming onboard the ship, it’s become more like daily. So maybe it’s not surprising that the words that are always on his mind eventually slip out of his lips.

He doesn’t even remember the exact words that prompt it. He’s distracted, putting the finishing touches on the frosting for dessert as the rest of the crew lounge around the galley in playful post-supper sleepiness.

Luffy and Usopp are joking around, talking about the flower-seller boy on the last island Usopp had struck up a friendship with, and there’s a giggle and a teasing question about love, and on autopilot Sanji rolls his eyes a little without looking up from the cake he’s decorating and says, “Boys don’t like boys, Luffy.”

Suddenly, the room is very quiet, and everyone is looking at him, and Sanji is just as suddenly eight years old and wants to hide.

“Oi, cook,” Zoro says, voice sharp and cutting through the sudden silence. “What was that?”

And he really doesn’t want to defend the words, and he really doesn’t want to explain them, so he doesn’t. He scowls back and says, “Nothing.”

Zoro stares him down for a moment, and most of the time Sanji would glare right back at him and snap out something caustic and maybe try to kick his head in, but-

He looks away, teeth gritted and face too hot.

“Sanji-kun,” Nami says, her voice too sweet to not be a trap, and it’s almost cruel because she knows there’s no way he’s not going to fall for it, because it’s Nami.

“Yes, Nami-san?” he says, because he can’t not. The frosting in the bowl in his hands is already fluffed to perfection but he keeps mindlessly whisking it anyways, because he needs something to look at that isn’t Zoro’s disapproving glare or Nami’s poison-trap smile.

“You know I like girls, don’t you?” she asks, even though the answer is obvious- it’s not like she’s ever been all that discreet about her relationships.

“Of course.”

He’s still not looking at her, but he can practically see her tip her head to one side. “And do you think there’s something wrong with me because of that?”

“I- of course not!” he says, jerking around to look at her, honestly appalled at the very concept. Nami’s perfect, of course there’s nothing wrong with her, not like there is with- “Of course not,” he says again, rather than let that thought reach its conclusion. “That’s- different-”

“What about Zoro?” Nami presses, jerking a thumb over at Zoro, who glances over at her for a moment before settling his glare back on Sanji. “Do you think there’s something wrong with him?”

“That’s not- what I meant, I just-” He’s stuttering, he knows he is, because he can’t find the words, because the logic that makes perfect sense in his head is just refusing to leave his mouth, leaving him standing there, stupid and stammering. He doesn’t want to have this conversation, doesn’t want to be here, trapped between Nami’s merciless judgement and something he doesn’t ever want to drag into the light to examine.

“Then what did you mean?” Nami asks, as relentless as ever, and-

-and Sanji slams the bowl down on the counter so hard it almost shatters and all but bolts out of the galley because he can’t can’t can’t-

She’s kind enough, at least, to let him go in silence.

It’s Usopp, of all people, who comes and finds him in the crow’s nest.

Sanji’s already five cigarettes deep into a pack, lighting each fresh one off the stub of the last with unsteady hands, sucking on them like if he can just get enough smoke inside his head it’ll block out the jumble of tangled thoughts and muffle the memory of Nami’s cutting words. The room stinks of nicotine. Usopp makes a face and goes around to open the windows, letting the nighttime breeze start to clear away the smoky air.

Once that’s done, Usopp sits down against the wall just opposite him, giving him a thoughtful look. Sanji doesn’t meet his eyes, and fishes another cigarette out of the pack.

“You never met Kaya, right?” Usopp says at length, sounding kind of distant, nostalgic, almost.

Sanji blinks, glancing up from the floor. “Who?”

“It would’ve been before you joined the crew,” Usopp says, hands dangling between his knees, gaze focused on the stars visible through the open window. “She was a girl who lived in my hometown. Syrup Village. She was sick, and couldn’t leave her house, so I used to go and tell her stories every day.” He smiles, big and genuine, and adds, “I really loved her. Still do. Sometimes I’d make up stories about the future, about us setting sail and having adventures together once she got well, and we’d be married in some of them.”

Sanji doesn’t know where he’s going with this, but unlike with a lot of Usopp’s stories, this one has the weight of honesty behind it, and so he listens.

“And then Zoro and Nami and Luffy showed up, and helped me save my town and Kaya, and I joined their crew. And, um, Luffy told me we were already friends, and he smiled at me, and, uh, I realized I had a huge crush on him, too.”

Sanji bites clean through his cigarette and has to spend a minute or so spitting out loose tobacco before he can say, very eloquently, “You- huh?”

Usopp laughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, stupid, right? I mean, Luffy’s not, you know, he doesn’t do the whole, dating, romance thing, so obviously, uh, nothing ever came of it, which I was kind of sad about for a while. But, I mean, I got over it, cause he’s my best friend, y’know?”

Sanji’s still staring. Usopp waves a hand. “I just wanted to say, like- it’s okay, you know? Liking both boys and girls. That’s normal. Even if nothing comes of it. You’re not on your own.”

“Wait,” Sanji says, “Wait. You think I’m- I’m not-” He flounders for a moment. “...I like women,” he finishes, rather pathetically.

“Yeah, I know,” Usopp says. “Everyone knows. But, like, a week ago I saw you shatter the glass you were holding ‘cause Zoro came in from working out shirtless and really sweaty.”

Oh. Sanji remembers that, now that Usopp mentions it, and as soon as he does he feels his entire face heat up and swiftly buries it in his hands, digging his fingers into his hair. “Fuck,” he mutters emphatically.

There’s a pause, and then the sound of footsteps crossing the small room. Usopp sits down next to him. Sanji doesn’t look up. “I guess I don’t get it,” Usopp says. “What’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem,” Sanji says into his hands, and it sounds unconvincing even to him.

Usopp doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t really have to; even without looking up, Sanji can practically feel the skepticism radiating off of him.

Sanji sighs, lifts his head, and focuses on shaking another cigarette out of the pack to replace the one he’d ruined, lighting it as he tries to put his thoughts in order. “It’s… there’s rules,” he finally says.

There’s other things he could say, he means to say- maybe it’s okay for Zoro, for Nami, for you, but it’s not that easy; women make sense, aren’t threatening, can be trusted; I’ve already failed at being everything else I was supposed to be- but the words stick in his throat. He’s still struggling to dislodge them when-

“So?” Usopp just says, and shrugs a little. “We’re pirates. Breaking rules is kind of what we do.”

…hm.

Well, that’s a point to think about. Maybe. Sanji takes another drag off of his cigarette and feels something in his chest settle, just a bit, the loosening of a knot that’s been yanked too tight for years and years and years.

“Maybe,” he concedes around a mouthful of smoke, and sees Usopp grin triumphantly out of the corner of his eye.

There’s- a lot, in his head right now, and it’ll probably take some time to work though it all, but. For the moment he can breathe again, and Usopp has a point, so even if he’s not fine, he will be, probably.

“Thanks,” he says, and means it.

And then, after a moment, “But, Luffy? Really?”

Usopp elbows him hard, but he’s laughing between the words when he says, “Shut up!”

And Sanji finds he can laugh about it, too.

#my writing #one piece #opfic #opfanfic #sanji #usopp

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cyriusli · 3 years

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The hold is good; I mean really good.

Woke up this morning with an idea in the back of my head. This is nothing like that idea, but this is what came from that idea. I hope you all enjoy.

Basically, there is porn under the cut.

The hold is good; I mean really good. The way Zoro’s fingertips dig into the skin against my hip bones, just on the edge of pain while he buries his face into my crotch hits just right. I can feel the zing up and down my spine, and try as I might, I can’t hold back the low groan as I dig my fingers into his hair. This, unfortunately, only encourages him more, and as he hums in answer to the sound still lingering on my tongue, my body begins to betray me. There is no stopping it, never has been. Instinctively, I curl in on myself a little, drop my head forward to rest on top of my own fists, and exhale heavily into his hair.

Below me, Zoro pauses, and I take that moment to focus on the warmth of his mouth; the heat of his tongue pressed against the underside of my cock. The overwhelming want to cum fades ever so slightly, allowing me to regain the semblance of control for a moment. No words need to be spoken between us, but I can’t deny my want to utter his name; low, hoarse, and only for him to hear.

As he backs off, I pick my head up, and loosen the grip I have on his hair. Despite the one being in control here, Zoro looks more wrecked than I feel. His hair is a mess from my grip and his eyes are mere rings of gray around black centers. Even though he keeps his mouth just a breath’s width away from the slit of my cock, I feel like he could very well be across the room. I can feel myself bite my lip, the different sensation of near-there pain giving me clarity as Zoro reaches down between his spread knees to press the heel of his palm against his obvious hard-on in a feeble attempt to adjust himself.

Part of me wants to slide out of this chair to my knees, crawl over Zoro, and return the favor, but that isn’t what we agreed on. It isn’t what we have time for. Zoro knows this as he smirks up at me and slips his hand under the hem of his sweats. The pain in my lip becomes more apparent as Zoro grabs a hold of himself, and I suck in a sharp breath as a way to distract myself, though it does little good.

Zoro doesn’t need to speak; the look in his eyes says it all. Do you like what you see? Do I turn you on? Rile you up? Make you feel unwaveringly helpless in my presence when we get like this?

The answer, of course, is “yes” to all of them.

Reaching out with a hand, I run my fingers through his hair; damp, sweaty, dirty, and grip the back of his head tightly. Zoro complies willingly as I guide his mouth back to my cock. He doesn’t hesitate to open his mouth for me to enter, and I can’t help but feel like for a moment I have taken the power back. But as he closes his lips around the shaft of my cock, hums in approval, and strokes along the length of his own dick as he slides his mouth intime down me, I know he’s won once again.

Somehow — I will never understand how — he manages to find, and maintain, a rhythm that allows for him to jerk off while he sucks my dick. There is no hesitation, no pause in his movements, just Zoro somehow managing to keep it together as he brings us both toward completion.

The only betrayal in his demeanor is his breathing; the force of each breath from his nose is the only way for me to know that he is nearing his breaking point. I use my hand — still pressed to the back of his head — to push him forward as I roll my hips up ever so slightly. Zoro seems to sense it coming and pauses in his own movements, groaning into the motion as I force myself into his mouth down to the base of my cock.

I can feel Zoro open his mouth wider with my movements, and I can’t help but smirk as he gives me the control. I debate on how I want to proceed. Do I want to continue the slow rolls of my hips as I watch Zoro close his eyes, or do I want to dig my fingers into the back of his head and skull fuck him knowing it will force his eyes open as he watches me helplessly even though I know it will drive him toward that edge quicker than anything else we try right now.

I decide to leave it up to him. I stop my hand, as hard as it is to do so, and utter the first words spoken since we started. “How do you want me to end this,” I ask. I can hear how hoarse and broken I sound. How desperate and needy I am to my own ears, let alone his.

Zoro looks up at me, and it’s the raunchiest thing ever, but I will never get enough of it. My cock disappearing into the heat of Zoro’s mouth while he looks like he never wants to let go is still one of the greatest things about Zoro. He’s usually so stoic and emotionless, but get him into a position like this, and he changes. He becomes some sort of crazed animal, and his only goal is to finish what either of us started.

His eyes say it all: Who said you were in charge here?

As he begins to slowly pull off me, I know I have lost this battle, both with myself and with him. When just the tip of my cock is still in his mouth, he moves his tongue, slides it along the flared edge of my head, and smirks up at me. He’s a cocky son-of-a-bitch, but fuck, I wouldn’t have him any other way.

I know what is coming, I know what he plans to do, but despite all this, I can never quite prepare myself — or maybe it’s because I am too eager for it to happen — and I know that the end is nigh.

I don’t know how Zoro does it, I don’t seem to be able to — trust me, I have tried — but as he takes me back into his mouth, I can feel as he, I don’t know, loosens, the muscles of his throat and swallows. The combination of him sucking and the tightness of his throat on my cock pulls another sound out of me; one that I don’t care to admit to making. It sounds too breathless, too much like a surrender, too needy, and by the way Zoro automatically seems to double his efforts, I can tell that’s how he took the moan, too.

While the one hand is still tight in his hair, the other moves to his shoulder, my nails digging into the bare sunkissed skin. Zoro doesn’t even seem to notice, and I don’t care as I let my head fall back and my eyes slide closed.

This is the best and the worst part. The moment of bliss, the overwhelming urge to cum that breaks into the most intense sensations imaginable and ends with a want to do nothing more than relax and possibly even nap. It’s euphoric in a way, but it never lasts long enough, and I know as soon as it happens, Zoro will pull off me, wipe the corner of his mouth on the back of his hand, and smirk at me like he knew this would happen. Of course, we both do. It always happens this way, and I am loath to admit it to anyone other than him.

My breath, mere ragged pants, is the tipoff of my breaking point. I force myself to roll my head forward and open my eyes. I want to see the look on Zoro’s face when I cum down his throat, when he tastes me, and I want to watch him savor it like he always does. He’s like poison, and I will gladly take it when offered to me, even though I know I may die from it. He is that intoxicating; that irresistible.

“I’m going to cum,” I manage, words broken between breathless pants.

Zoro doesn’t respond with words but with action. He shuffles forward on his knees ever so slightly, and doubles his efforts in order to tip the scales in his favor.

“You want it, don’t you,” I sneer, mock disgust in my words. “You want to swallow me down and taste my cum, you sick fuck.”

It gets us both going in the moment, and Zoro moans lewdly around my cock, lodged deep in his throat, in answer. The hand fisted around his own dick changes in pace, moves from a steady rhythm to long and deep slides, and I can see his grip tighten as he moves from tip to base.

“Are you going to cum for me, too,” I ask. Somehow there is slight wonderment under the breathless excitement of my words, almost as if I have never seen Zoro cum before. Though, I think this week alone, it would be the third or fourth time.

He pulls off me with a loud slurp and speaks for the first time. His voice is already raw from having my dick down his throat, but the hoarse words are just what I want to hear. “Do you want me to cum for you, Sanji?”

I suck in a sharp breath as I push his mouth back toward the head of my dick. “Just swallow my cock again and get on with it.”

Zoro gladly accepts his task.

I gladly give myself over to the unignorable want to cum.

We both groan in bliss, delight, and who the fuck knows what else as I release into his mouth. He swallows without complaint, and tries his best to keep sucking my dick as he cums himself. The low and guttural moan is muffled by my cock, but the vibration in his throat is enough to send an aftershock through me, and I shudder as I gasp at the overwhelming sensations, the passing moment’s sensitivity beginning to kick into full swing.

As if he doesn’t want to, Zoro finally pulls off me, and with heavy breaths, lays his cheek against my thigh. His eyes slide close as he licks the corner of his mouth, and I can see his body shaking slightly from his own euphoric high.

Gently, I release my hold on him, and carefully card my fingers through his hair. It’s a soft and wordless thanks, and it’s all that he requires in this moment. I will thank him properly later with a good meal, and maybe a quiet night together.

As predicted, when Zoro finally looks up to me, his eyes beginning to return to the sharp gray that they are, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. His other hand is still in his pants, no doubts in my mind that he’s covered in his own cum. He looks sleepy, but that’s not surprising as I feel the same way.

“What do you need from me,” I whisper quietly. It’s one of the little things we do. A way to say, yeah, we are both tired from this, but you took care of my needs, now let me take care of yours.

Zoro picks his head up and shakes it, like he always does, but I know better.

“Tell me,” I prompt. He knows I won’t leave him alone until he gives me an answer.

Zoro is quiet for a moment as he studies my face. “Just you,” he finally says as he lays his head back on my thigh.

I can’t argue with him.

#zosan #my stuff #not really sure where this came from this morning #but um #happy new year I guess

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bearxclaws-archive-blog · 6 years

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We know what Anita's relationship is with Sanji, or how she feels towards him at least. What's her relationship with the rest of the crew or how does she feel about them?

🐻; anonymous

Sorry in advance if this gets a little long, but there are quite a few Straw Hats. I’m including Jinbe and Carrot into this as well, whether or not Carrot actually becomes a Straw Hat too. Meaning these will all be her feelings as of the current arc even though I haven’t quite gotten to the rest of those rambling posts yet.

LUFFY ;

She, like most of the crew, respects and adores her captain.

When they landed on her island and most of them were captures, I can guarantee you that Luffy shrugged it off at first in his usual ‘they’re stronger than they look, so they’ll be fine’ way. But when she sees the anger in his eyes knowing they might not be okay, she quickly comes to admire how protective of his friends he really is. The fact that he got them back and relented when Anita argued with him about who got to take down the Vice Admiral gave her more respect. I realize Luffy might not like that she begged at his feet for her to join, but it was only because she wanted to get stronger with them and save her friends and family that she did.

Anita is a big goof, so Luffy is one of the ones that she gets along with the best, along with Chopper and Usopp. Especially when I consider all the silly headcanons @xstrawhat and I have come up with. They argue over food and who the real alpha bear is, but I feel like Anita is totally and completely loyal to him. He’s her captain, and no one else can take that position. She owes him everything for giving her the chance to be better than she is.

They’re basically brother and sister.

ZORO ;

Zoro is her favorite drinking and work-out buddy. He’s the one that shows her tough love when she needs it. You know the kind; she’ll be moping about something or feeling sorry for herself like she does on occasion, and he’ll sass her out of her. Tell her to pick her sorry ass up and do something about it rather than being a baby. At least he does when he knows it’s appropriate. There are some moments when he knows it isn’t going to help because he isn’t totally heartless. He does care for his crew, and that includes her. So when she’s having those really bad days and being verbally slapped doesn’t work, he’ll sit there with her and share a drink.

He’s also the one that helps her bulk up the most. The strength she gains in her human form does translate to her bear form, so he’s the one she goes to when she wants an intense workout and wants to get beefy like him.

Okay, maybe not exactly like him ‘caus the boy is ripped, but she’s pretty muscular.

Zoro is also a good nap partner, especially when she’s in her bear form. The two nap together often.

NAMI ;

Anita was intimidated by her at first, honestly. She was sexy, smart and damn good with that Clima-tact— still is! But she’s gotten over that and come to highly respect Nami’s intuition and ability to sense the weather. As a bear, she can sense some things and she does have a good sense of direction on her own, but Nami’s skills are far beyond that and totally worth admiring.

Plus, she’s the reason why Anita’s wardrobe is so different in her Straw Hat verse. I know that doesn’t seem like a significant thing, but it is. In her Main Verse, she’s all dark and earthy colors and baggy clothes. Nami likely wouldn’t allow that and help her find things that still fit her style but aren’t so dirty looking. Grunge is still her style more than anything else, but a little blue and white and other nicer colors start to slip in. Anita starts to feel a little more confident in her looks because another pretty woman is showing and telling her that she’s actually kind of pretty and not a dirtball.

She’s also nice to snuggle. Can’t tell me for one second the girls don’t just get into a sleepy cuddle puddle sometimes and end up drooling on each other.

USOPP ;

Because Usopp is the most chill in her opinion, Usopp is probably the closest thing she has to a best friend. She loves the rest of the crew with all of her heart, she really does, but there’s just something about Usopp that makes her want to go to him first if she has a problem. . . especially if that problem happens to be Sanji.

He can be quiet and understanding one minute, then playful and goofy the next. He has such a vast personality that she feels like she can count on him for just about anything. And she kind of hopes she’s been giving him the impression that he can count on her because she’s not so selfish that she doesn’t want to be there for her friends. Especially since the two of them likely have the lowest self-esteem on the ship, next to their cook ( but that’s just my personal headcanon since I write him too. )

I’ve said this a billion times too, but SHE LOVES TO LISTEN TO HIS STORIES! Doesn’t matter if it’s a new or old one, she still sit from start to finish and ask for another one every single time. Doesn’t matter if they’re made up, either. Each story is different in its own way and she adores that he’s so creative. It’s the same with his art too. She isn’t the least bit artistic, so she can easily praise everything he does because he has a talent she doesn’t and loves it.

SANJI ;

…..MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

CHOPPER ;

Chopper is the baby of the family, so Anita is very quick to defend and protect him. When she knows there isn’t any way for her to distract or tank the way she’s meant to, her job is then to protect Nami, Chopper and Usopp. She doesn’t think they’re weak in any way because even at the circus on her home island, the smallest part ( whether it be in an act or something technical ) was important, but she knows that they aren’t as strong as the Monster Trio.

But she’s one of the one that frustrates Chopper the most when it comes to people sitting still during recovery. Sitting still makes her antsy, so she ends up getting up anyway. She won’t work out or remove her bandages like Zoro does, but she does walk around or attempt to sneak food from the kitchen.

I can see them training together, though, animal versus animal. Nothing that will get either of them too hurt, of course. But there’s something drastically different about how two animals fight that helps them with their different zoan forms.

Also threatens to eat him from time to time because she’s a shit. Sorry, Chopper.

ROBIN ;

I feel like Robin would be the one Anita interacts with the least because even after all this time, she’s still intimidating. Robin just exudes this alpha female aura in Anita’s opinion, and she’s way too smart. Because she is a ‘all brawn and no brain’ cliche, Anita feels like she can’t talk to their archaeologist casually without it turning into a lecture or a history lessons that she won’t remember. That, and she can’t read. She’ll have tried to avoid them knowing as long as she possibly could, but it’ll be obvious once she’s been around them for a while.

She didn’t feel much when Robin said she was going to leave, but she does relate to her a little knowing Marines destroyed her home. Parts of her want to get closer to Robin because she is amazing and powerful, but Anita assumes too dumb for that.

I would kill for some Robin and Anita interactions because I want to see if any of this would change with interaction. ‘Cause I’m not the least bit good at understanding Robin ;;

FRANKY ;

RO-BRO!!

Okay, listen. She is 100% into the super pose and does it every given chance, and it brings Franky to tears. She sees him as the dad of the crew and has more love for fatherly figures than she does motherly because hers was awful. Might be another reason why she’s not sure about Robin. . . Huh.

Anyway! She appreciates all of his hard work and is is genuinely impressed and amazed at the things he creates. I realize there’s the running gag that females aren’t impressed with his creations and have that flat look on their face, but?? Honestly, she would get sparkling eyes and wheeze over it. Might not freak out the same way they do, but she adores his creativity and talent in working with machines and building Sunny.

Sometimes, if she’s bored and has literally nothing else to do, she’ll ask if she can watch him work for a bit. The sounds his work are sort of comforting. Reminds her if Gus and his tinkering back home.

BROOK ;

Brook is her source of jokes, bad puns and nostalgia. Because he can play several instruments and is skilled at different kinds of music, I feel like he would know how to play songs that have a carnival or circus tone to them. Her home-sickness can get pretty bad sometimes, as well as her doubt over whether or not she’ll be able to beat the Marine that took over. Brook will be there with a song and soft, calming words and she’ll be fairly alright.

She wasn’t sure how to feel about him at first, but she’s watched him go from a creepy, talking skeleton from an afro to a still creepy, talking skeleton with an afro that can use a swords pretty damn well and do cool things with his soul.

Probably the biggest fan of Soul King’s music on the crew. None of them really seemed to notice he had a whole career during the two years ;; I mean, they noticed, but do none of them like the music he made during that time? Or is it just an ‘off-screen’ thing. Anita will listen to his music religiously because it’s right up her alley.

JINBE ;

Doesn’t know much about him aside from what she’s told and having met him at Fishman Island. She has no bias against Fishman so she doesn’t dislike him, but she’ll have to get used to how serious he is. Will make every attempt to make him crack a smile and likely fail every time. She’ll be a little surprised when she finds out he’s their helmsman because she thought he already had a crew. Slightest bit conflicted about him leaving his crew to join them, but doesn’t ask questions because Luffy agrees with it.

CARROT ;

Anita’s not a Mink, but I feel like her and Carrot would get along so well. Ahha, actually. . . Now that I’m thinking about it, she’ll probably dislike her a little at first because she hardly knew Sanji and snuck in to save him anyway and did more than she could, while she was being upset and petty over him leaving. Yeah, there might be a little tension there until Anita realizes that they lost someone during that whole mess.

Carrot is cute, and seeing her even slightly upset when they mention Pedro died will kill her inside. They can kind of share the ‘I lost my mentor / a man I admired a lot’ feelings. Plus, I can see them hard-core training together and going all out.

OVERALL ;

She loves them. They’re her nakama. She would do damn near anything for them. She’s as greedy as Luffy, determined to be strong like Zoro, appreciates food like Sanji, likes to have fun like Usopp, Chopper and Franky, can be calm and collected like Robin and Brook. I didn’t really think she’d have a place with them until Rachel said Luffy would want her aboard, so I really owe this verse to her and a few other people that encouraged me.

Thanks for asking!! And sorry it’s so long ahhhaa

#🐻;「 another face in the crowd ( anonymous ) 」#🐻;「 still learning and growing ( headcanon ) 」#🐻;「 v. they remind me of home ( strawhat ) 」

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your-iron-lung · 7 years

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Mixed Up 13 | Tuft |

Chapter Word Count: 3323

Pairings: Zoro/Sanji

Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance

Chapter Warning: Strong Language

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12,

Away from the crowd of artists and collectors, set towards the back of the gallery, a set of thick double doors stood hidden behind a blank display. At Crocodile’s request , both Usopp and Zoro were lead through them. Robin followed quietly behind, corralling them into the secretly harbored hall as they stepped through. As the solid doors were shut behind them, all sounds of the gallery were lost instantly and a strong, foreboding silence encompassed them.

Robin smiled softly, knowingly, as she strode past Usopp, who had begun to shiver uncontrollably. Her footsteps that would have echoed in the heeled boots she wore were lost to the soundproofed walls and soft carpet that surrounded them.

The corridor was low-lit and appeared much longer than it actually was, but still gave off an eerily stiff air that perhaps stemmed from the fact that it was hidden. It wasn’t all that foreboding, but it was enough to root Usopp in place.

Zoro had to kindly take him by the arm to get him to start walking after Robin passed, as the artist was far too frightened to take any initiative himself. Zoro mumbled that it’d be alright, however Crocodile decided to punish them, but even he himself wasn’t sure as they finally stepped into Crocodile’s office.

It wasn’t incredibly imposing, but it wasn’t wonderfully inviting, either.

It was as low-lit as the hallway was, casting shadows across the faces of those gathered in the room in a distinctly film-noir style. As the building, and, henceforth, the office, were underground, there were no windows. The walls themselves were largely blank, excepting for the large, classical paintings that adorned them.

If it weren’t for the fact that it was Crocodile who owned them, Zoro might have assumed they were replicas, but there was no real way of telling when it came to what Crocodile was capable of acquiring.

Though impressive, the paintings themselves weren’t what maintained the attention of one’s eyes, for the chair that loomed behind the desk was, perhaps, (besides Crocodile himself), the most formidable thing about the room.

It was resemblant of a throne of old royalty, and when Crocodile set himself upon it, he commanded the air of a king and stared Zoro and Usopp down. Robin came around to stand by his side and watched them thoughtfully.

Besides Crocodile’s throne, there were no other chairs in the room, forcing the two of them to stand before his mercy, and while Usopp shook helplessly, Zoro stood defiantly before them, matching Crocodile’s stare with a steely glare of his own.

An air of menace accumulated itself in the room, threatening the artist and his bodyguard until Crocodile turned his gaze away to light a cigar.

“So,” he began, puffing on his cigar and leaning back into the comforts of his chair. “It’s been brought to my attention that someone believes themselves to be superior to my rules regarding these gatherings.”

When he spoke, his voice commanded such authority that it caused Usopp to tremble even more fiercely.

“N-no, that’s not what we-”

“You have no proof,” Zoro butt in, speaking quickly before Usopp’s stammerings could convict them both.

The smoke from Crocodile’s cigar had begun to circle upwards into the air until the cigar was abruptly jerked from one side of his mouth to the other, disrupting the trail. Crocodile’s grin was broad and unsettling when it creeped across his face, though Zoro remained undaunted.

“Oh?” He said, and before he’d spoken, Zoro had believed his statement to be true, and that Crocodile had no real definitive proof that Sanji had been there, but the absolute sureness in Crocodile’s voice made him uncertain despite the fact he’d only uttered one word. When he spoke, Robin smiled as well and passed to him a small walkie-talkie when he beckoned for it.

Confused, Zoro watched the passing of the device until it was in Crocodile’s good hand, wherein he activated it, and leaned forward to speak into it.

“Bring him in,” he ordered with a growl.

Outside in the darkness of his car, Sanji sat on the phone with Nami. He’d called her immediately as he’d left OperationUtopia, though she hadn’t picked up the first time he’d dialed, prompting him to stall when he’d reached his car until Nami had answered.

And even though he’d left the gallery itself, he hadn’t left the actual surrounding area, and was sat still in the same parking spot that he’d originally parked in, when he’d finally gotten a hold of her.

“So, you’re saying you got caught?” Nami’s voice was tinny, but still beautiful as it was transmitted into his ear. She still sounded sleepy from the cat-nap he’d woken her up from, and the thought of her being half-asleep was simply too adorable for him to stand.

“Yeah, I guess. I’m just unsure of what to do now,” he said as he lit a cigarette, inhaling and exhaling quietly. He cracked open the driver’s side door to allow escape for the smoke, and shivered when the cold air made direct contact with his skin.

“What do you mean?” she said around a yawn.

“I mean, Zoro told me to leave, but I-”

“You mean you’re still there?!”

He was taken aback by the sudden, almost panic-stricken way she sounded when she spoke over him, and almost dropped his cigarette onto the pavement.

“Er, yeah. I mean, I’m just in the parking lot-” he explained, but Nami spoke over him again.

“What? Sanji, no, leave, NOW!” she exclaimed, evidently completely awake now.

“What?”

Almost speechless, Sanji had to temporarily take the phone away from his ear because of her outburst. And while he did enjoy her voice, it still hurt his ear when she shouted in it. When he returned to listening, Nami was still speaking.

“. . . okay? Whatever it is you think you can do for them, forget about it! They can handle themselves., but you have to go.”

“Why?” he said, frowning. He shifted the way he was sitting in the front seat and adjusted the rearview mirror casually. “The least I can do for getting them in trouble like this is to wait and see how it played out.”

“And I’m Zoro’s ride,” he added, tapping ash out of the open car door.

Over the phone, he could hear her sigh and pictured the way her face must have looked in that moment. It was probably just slightly annoyed, with pouty lips and a concerned expression that would crease her majestic forehead. Oh, it was enticing.

“Forget it! Look, the people in charge there can only punish them IF they have proof you were there, and IF they do, they’ll come down on Usopp and they’ll come down hard. ”

“It’s so wonderful of you to be so concerned for me,” Sanji said with a swoon, momentarily distracted from the situation by the amount of concern she was currently displaying.

He was rudely jerked out of his affections when she said, “Forget it, Sanji! I’m not concerned about you, I’m concerned about Usopp and Zoro!”

Pride wounded, Sanji wilted in his seat and sunk down into the cushion, chin on his chest and cigarette hanging limply from his mouth.

“Zoro before me?” he mumbled sorely. “Really?”

Again, he heard Nami sigh.

“Of course I’m worried about you too, Sanji,” she said gently, attempting to placate him. “But right now you’re a liability; our friends are in danger and you need to get out of there before you make it worse. Do you hear me, Sanji?”

He did, but as he began to set himself upright in the car his eye caught something that looked like it was moving toward him in his rearview mirror. Adjusting it again by tilting it in the direction of the movement that was coming from the walkway, he frowned and cursed when he saw that it was Daz when he stepped into the light of a streetlamp.

“What is it?” Nami said, speaking urgently when she heard him swear. “Sanji?”

“Sorry, Nami, my sweet, but I’m afraid I’ll have to talk to you later.”

With that, he hung up, unable to wait to hear her response. As quickly as he could, he discarded his cigarette and shut the door and attempted to start his car, praying inwardly that it would be generous enough to cooperate with him. Checking the mirror again, he saw now that Daz knew he’d noticed him and had started running toward him, abandoning his previous stealth tactic of sneaking in the evening shadows.

“Oh, shit,” Sanji mumbled before his car finally responded and burst to life.

Checking Daz’s proximity to him, he wasted no time in throwing his car into reverse and then hastening an exit by backing straight out of not only his parking spot, but the lot as well and into the very street. Ignoring how he almost backed himself into another oncoming car, he put his car into drive and sped away just as Daz had begun to cross the street.

Glaring after the retreating taillights of Sanji’s car, Daz clenched his fist and spoke into the walkie-talkie Robin had given him earlier that night.

Gritting his teeth, Daz said, “He got away.”

When Zoro heard the transmission relayed in Crocodile’s office, he felt a wave of relief overcome him. He was initially annoyed by the fact that Sanji would want to wait around on them to make it out alright, but was glad that he’d managed to escape capture regardless.

Confident now, he smirked when Crocodile grunted and said, “Disappointing.”

The Baroque Works leader set the walkie-talkie aside but didn’t look deterred in the slightest, and raised Zoro’s smirk with one of his own.

“Robin,” he said, not turning to look at her as he addressed her. “I believe you have something else for me.”

“Yes, Sir Crocodile.”

Zoro’s smirk left his face as Robin strode away from the desk and left the office entirely. Beside him, Usopp had not stopped trembling and appeared as if he were about to faint. Side-eyeing Crocodile, Zoro leaned in to whisper encouragement.

“Stay cool, Sogeking; they don’t have anything on us.”

At that, Crocodile grinned broadly, but did not speak until Robin returned, bringing with her a rolling trolley that had a monitor and a vcr upon it.

Zoro frowned, drawing his brows together.

“Getting a bit primitive, eh?” he couldn’t help but say as Robin rolled the trolley to a halt beside Crocodile’s desk. “Couldn’t afford the Blu-Ray?”

Despite his sarcasm, Zoro couldn’t help but worry about what it was Crocodile had planned.

Crocodile shrugged off the comment, stating simply, “I was feeling cheap when I had surveillance installed; after all, we only needed it to monitor one person.”

“S-surveillance?” Usopp stuttered, voicing what Zoro had been thinking.

“Don’t think we’ve forgotten the last person your bodyguard brought in uninvited,” Robin said with an unnervingly gentle smile. “What else was to stop him from bringing in more unwanted guests?”

“Other than an incompetent door guard?” Zoro said, his stomach sinking despite the amount of bite he held in his voice. There was too much evidence the video surveillance system could have caught of the two of them interacting; after all, they had almost started a fight in the middle of the goddamned gallery.

Robin merely smiled at him, and slipped in a video before anyone could say anything else.

The monitor immediately began showing scenes from the gallery with a focus on Usopp’s display. On it, they could clearly see Zoro and Usopp standing by, but something about the video was off. Where Sanji should have been on the screen was a blur, as though there were a smudge on the screen that was blocking the picture.

Risking a glance at Crocodile, he saw the man finally frown.

“Strange,” Robin mused with a playful expression.

Crocodile only grunted in agreement and bid her fast forward. She complied, but with every scene that Sanji should have been in, the blur was present or the footage had been carefully edited out entirely. The scene where he and Zoro had been about to brawl was cut out completely, confusing not only Crocodile, but everyone else who was present.

“What is this?” Crocodile growled, turning from the monitor to Zoro and Usopp as if they were the ones who had tampered with the surveillance videos.

“I-I don’t know, Sir,” Usopp squeaked out.

“Looks like faulty surveillance tech to me,” Zoro said, unable to contain himself. “Looks like you should’ve splurged for the Blu-Ray.”

“Enough!” Crocodile shouted, rising from his seat as Robin quietly turned off the moniter. Usopp flinched and cowered beside Zoro, who stood firmly before Crocodile’s rage. “I know for a goddamned fact you snuck someone in here!”

“But you have no proof,” Zoro said quickly, licking his lips in an excited manner. “You can’t press charges if there’s no evidence.”

Crocodile narrowed his eyes menacingly at the two of them before he straightened out his furs and sat back down.

“You haven’t won anything,” he said threateningly. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“You’re all bark,” Zoro drawled, forcing another look of anger out of Crocodile’s face.

“Get out,” Crocodile snarled, turning away from the artist and his bodyguard with an air of disgust.

Robin smiled simply at them as Zoro took hold of Usopp’s arm to guide him out of the office and into the hall. He couldn’t help the wide shit-eating grin he had on his face for managing to evade prosecution, but at the back of his mind he couldn’t help but wonder how those videos hadn’t pictured Sanji.

Whatever the case, they were off the hook.

“Holy shit,” he said with a slight laugh as they returned to the gallery, where things were beginning to wind down. “That was fucking intense.”

“Oh God, I can’t believe I managed not to piss myself,” Usopp said with a nervous chuckle.

“Me neither,” Zoro teased, laughing as they approached Sogeking’s display.

Around them, artists were finalizing deals and beginning to dismantle their displays. Together, they began to follow suit, taking down unsold prints and waiting for the people who bought the others to come by and collect.

Slowly, the gallery emptied of patrons until there were only a few other artists and assistants left. It was a laborious process dragging up the stairs all of the unsold prints and loading them into Usopp’s car, but it was manageable between the two of them. At the end of it all, Zoro had worked up enough of a sweat that the night air didn’t affect him, despite his lack of a shirt.

Looking at the stock packed into Usopp’s car, the Sogeking removed his mask and frowned at what they had.

“I didn’t sell too much tonight,” he said morosely.

Zoro silently agreed.

“Sorry about that,” he said, wondering if the dip in Usopp’s sales weren’t correlated to his mean and overall uninviting appearance.

“No, no, it wasn’t your fault, Zoro,” Usopp said, closing the trunk. “But, um, can I ask a favor from you?”

“Sure,” Zoro said, turning to face him.

In the dim light of a nearby streetlamp, it was hard to see any definitive features of each other’s faces, but it was still evident from all the fidgeting Usopp was doing that he was a little nervous to ask.

“I- I think you’re a great friend and all and I trust you and everything but-” He stopped there to take a deep breath and looked up to meet Zoro’s eyes with a pitiable look. “Can you please please please not bring anymore people here without invitations?”

Usopp looked pained to make his plea, but Zoro felt the guilty weight of responsibility for all the misfortune that he’d unintentionally brought them that night as it took its toll on his artist friend.

“It’s just, I had to pull so many strings to be able to bring you here, and, well, after what Nami did, it’s just- and I think Nami’s great, by the way!- it’s just that I don’t think they’re going to make showing here any easier and- and I need this,” Usopp said, tumbling head first into a nervous ramble.

“It’s okay, it’s okay; I understand,” Zoro said soothingly, reaching out to take hold of Usopp’s shoulder supportively, halting his stumblings. “I’ll stop breaking the rules. It’s my job to keep you safe, not a nervous wreck all the time.”

Usopp let out a huge breath of relief as he took hold of Zoro’s hand and greeted him with an immensely thankful look.

“Thanks, Zoro.”

Rather than reply, Zoro nodded in acknowledgement and took his hand away.

“So, um, do you need a ride?” Usopp said, leaving the sentimentality behind as he made his way to the driver’s side of his car. “I know you rode here with your friend.”

It was a simple question, but when Zoro thought about it, he knew he ought to decline. He lived way out of the way from where Usopp lived, and while he knew that Usopp wouldn’t mind driving all that way for him, Zoro figured he’d already caused enough trouble for the artist for one night.

“Eh, nah,” he replied with a shrug. “I’ll call a cab.”

Usopp gave him a weird look but said, “Okay, I’ll see you around then.”

Zoro nodded and stepped back from the car as Usopp started it, and then waved him off as he drove away.

Left alone then with nothing but the streetlights and the largely closed strip, Zoro wandered away in search of a pay phone or any establishment that would allow him to use their phone. He began to wish he did have a shirt on then, as the adrenaline from moving everything to Usopp’s car wore off. The cold of the night did not mix well with the sticky sweat still on his skin, leaving him colder than he thought he had any right to be.

Shivering slightly and crossing his arms tightly across his chest, he caught his reflection in the glass panel of a closed storefront and paused.

There, maybe 20 feet behind him was a long, black car driving slowly after him with the headlights turned off.

“Shit,” Zoro mumbled to himself as he turned to face it, knowing full well it was tailing him.

The tinted windows betrayed nothing about who might be in the vehicle, but he only knew of a few people who would have motivation enough to follow him after hours. When whoever was driving noticed that he had seen them, the headlights of the car came on as it slowly approached him.

Zoro stood still, equal parts curious about the intentions of the driver and unwilling to run from any sort of a fight.

If it was Crocodile and his cronies, Zoro was sure he could handle them; after all, he’d beaten Daz once, who was to say he couldn’t do it again? There wasn’t anything they could do to him short of mutilation or death that would break his spirit, but when he thought about it, those things probably weren’t out of the norm for Crocodile anyway.

As the car drove up to the curb he was standing on, the darkly tinted window of the passenger’s side door rolled down, but even still, Zoro had to squint to see who was inside.

When he saw that it was Robin, a confused feeling of fear began to manifest itself in his stomach.

Muscle he could handle with his own muscle, but Robin was intelligent. Robin was cunning. Robin was frightening. His muscle couldn’t fight her wit.

Seemingly sensing his unease, she chuckled and reached across the seat to open the passenger door to him.

“Need a ride, Bodyguard?” she said with a disconcerting smile. “I’m afraid I must insist.”

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